Octavia
He is kissing me. He is actually kissing me.
He’s kissing us!
My wolf was ecstatic, overwhelmed by the feel of our mate’s hot lips against ours. The moment she felt them, she took control. She made me lean into him, my hands gripping his already torn shirt as I returned the kiss. Inside, however, I was screaming. I couldn’t believe I was kissing my enemy, and it was my first kiss.
How is this happening?
When my wolf loosened her grip slightly, I seized the chance to push him away. But he held me tightly. I could barely move him. Instead, I turned my head. His lips trailed from my mouth to my cheek, then down my jaw and back to my neck. Every place he touched burned. My body weakened beneath his hands. I couldn’t find my voice.
What am I going to do?
Kiss him!
I rolled my ey
